|Hi! I am a big fan of poetry, so that will be my main focus here.|
Life can change in the blink of an eye
Just like the sky can turn into a night sky
Before you know it, it's dark
The only things lighting up the sky are considered sparks
They are the stars we say every night
And they fill us with hope and not fright
But life? Life is like a puzzle that can't be figured out
And that fills us with fright, so either we shout internally, or we shout out loud
The hard part is figuring out how to live a life that isn't able to be figured out until the time is right
We need to continue living even if we don't know how and fight whatever we need to fight
She pulled on a rope she couldn't see
You see, there was no rope to pull
Yet she kept on pulling and hoping the rope was in place
She didn't want to, God forbid, fall and no longer be holding on
This invisible rope was important to her; she didn't want to lose her grip
But holding on to an invisible rope is tiring, and she did what she hoped she wouldn't do:
She lost her grip and fell
She kept hoping to gain in back, but it didn't happen
And, then, before her very eyes an actual rope appeared
She pulled on it, picked herself up, and dusted herself off
She didn't want this to be a repeat accident, if it actually was one
It's not an easy thing, holding on to a rope you cannot see
She held on ...
Throw away your tears
They belong where all tears need to go
Throw away your fears
They aren't needed when you take it slow
Throw away your sad face
Your sad face doesn't bring anyone a smile
Throw away a cold embrace
Even though it's thought to be from someone who is senile
Throw away your past
It's not needed where you're going, right?
Throw away your need to be fast
You don't have to be like the speed of light
Throw away your worries and anxiety
They don't help you at all anymore
Throw away your need to act like you're a diety
Only The One and True God can do this particular chore
Where shall you throw it away, you ask?
Well, by wearing a real smile and not a mask
If you'd like, you ca...
I am sad
I am alone
I am sad that I am alone
And I'm alone because I'm sad
Either way, I'm sad
Not the sad that hits you when you hear sad news
The sad that hits and lasts for weeks or months
I am like the flower that's wilting as it dies
I am like the smile that appears on my lips but isn't real
I am like wind howling to be heard but no one hears me
So I am sad
I see your smile from a thousand miles away
"What will happen if I smile too?", I think
"Will the world smile back? Or will they ignore me?
Will my smile fill the canvas in red ink?"
How can I smile when I don't even know how to?
How can I smile to anyone when my mouth likes to frown?
How can I show the world my teeth?
How can I turn my frown upside down?
I know how! I've learned it long ago!
Maybe by seeing you smile I'll learn how to it, from you, steal
Just like a baby learns how to smile for the first time
I'll smile so many times that maybe it'll become real
If I were a butterfly, I'd thank God for giving me wings
If I were a butterfly, I'd fly amongst flowers and things
If I were a butterfly, I'd see the world differently than you
If I were a butterfly, I wouldn't be jealous of you because I'm me and that's true
If I were a butterfly, I wouldn't have a care in the world because there wouldn't be a reason to
If I were a butterfly, I'd fly and enjoy my world view
If I were a butterfly, I'd fly amongst my crew
If I were a butterfly, I'd be happy too
Because I am a butterfly with wings God did give me
I can see the world differently than what most people see
I am a butterfly accomplishing many things
I am a butterfly with God given wings
I can fly ...
No matter if my heart's broken in two
No matter if the cause of this is you
It doesn't matter anymore anyway
Because you decided to abandon me and you did stray
So goodbye to you and your kind
I hope your life brings you happiness that you don't mind
I hope you stay safe wherever you go
I hope you stay you and don't put on a show
Every journey is worth taking
No matter how much your heart's breaking
Because life doesn't give up on you when you give up on it
So keep fighting because it's worth it and you'll see results bit by bit
Every journey has its own path to take
When at a crossroad, you can't make a mistake
Because the paths in front of you are yours
No matter if you think this choice is one big chore
So take the road less traveled on, is my advice to you
And maybe this path is meant for you too
So either way, it's a win-win situation
And you'll win no matter if you think the path isn't meant for you after all; just accept the path and the journey will surely be a win
You accepted the crossroads of life and to...
What if's swirl around in my head
When I want them elsewhere instead
Somewhere no one can see them because they don't shine bright
In my mind, they don't shine a light
What if I can't find a job that I can keep?
What if this is just here for a second and will be gone before you can even beep?
What if I'm having an existential crisis and no one's around?
What if my crying makes too loud a sound?
What if I am not who I say I am to everyone?
What if I won't find that special someone?
What if I this? What if I that?
What if they consider me fat?
What if I don't care enough?
What if I consider my life tough?
What will happen if I think "what if?" the rest of my life?
Isn't it like I'm already hol...
God is sitting in a Big Chair
Big enough to hold the Earth, planets, and the sun
We're all like little instruments in a big choir
Playing a song that will last for as long as God wants it to because He's The One
He's The One in the Big Chair known as a Throne
He's letting the choir play their respective parts
While He sits and watches us singing, dancing, and playing an instrument
I'm sure He's full of love in His Heart of Hearts
Some instruments play louder than all the rest
Some have a different part to play in the choir
The people in His choir are all important and have their own special place in His Heart
They are as important, or even more so, than the others playing their respective r...
God, take my hearts desires and turn them into a prayer of sorts
So that when it's my time to come to You, I'll have a full report
A full report to sing, or say, to You and You'll enjoy it too
So, please God, you know my innermost secrets that I haven't shared with a soul except You
Please turn it into a prayer that I cannot say in words on my own
And I know You'll enjoy reading my prayer to You over and over again on Your Throne
Because You helped me create a prayer that's one of a kind
You helped me create a prayer with the mind You gave me to use when I'm in a bind
You were The One Who Helped me Create it in the first place
And You didn't mind that it took its own pace
Because You Were The...
"Be like the leaves of a tree: sprouting from the same root"-Elisheva, ThePoetess
We look up at the sky and see the same moon and stars
They may have different names, but they're not, from each other, far apart
Now, my question is: why isn't it like this on the ground?
Because we're all God's creations (whether some of us like it or not) and we all have the same heart
The heart in each of us beats to the same rhythm
Doesn't matter how strong, or weak, your heart is, it still rhymes
So, why aren't we like the stars in the sky?
Together, even though the distance is far? Because of time?
Did time take away the love we're supposed to feel toward one another?
Did time take away what remained of our closeness to each other? Or was it our own actions, or the actions of anothe...
Why do some people dislike Jews?
Is it because of their "distorted" views?
Or is it because we're all technically Jews and are afraid to admit this to and be sued?
But, since we're all Jews, why all the hatred our own way? It can be misconstrued
We don't want to hate ourselves, right? So we have to make due and hate the Jews
But this is not right. Just because they're not like the rest of the world with different views?
That's why we hate the Jews? That doesn't make sense to me, but you have to do what's comfortable for you
Hate the Jews and go on hating their differen't views; it's okay by me if it's okay by you too
Love can be expressed in many ways
Just like the sun can shine many rays
It can shine too strong, or it cannot shine at all, so we move our eyes to a different point of view
It can shine when you least expect it to too
Love has so many languages and can be understood by many
Love has no price tag; not even a penny
So when you love someone, you love them in your own special way
After all, the sun does shine many rays
I'm sitting at a table with all versions of me
From now until I was a baby
I see the scars on me as I look around the table
And I see that I have changed from incapable to capable
I see the way my smile lights up the room when I look at my yougest version of me
I also see that my smile starts to vanish as I grow older, and that's sad to see
I no longer see the smile that lights up the room
Instead, I see that my face is all doom and gloom
I also see that my face is usually in a book
I only wish that the table didn't shake as it shook
I started realizing one important thing as my thoughts wandered away
I am still that baby who has plenty more to grow, and lots more to accomplish today
Forgive my sins; the world is not black and white
Forgive my mistakes; they weren't always right
Forgive my hiccups; I have forgiven it
Forgive my sadness; in this world, it isn't always a good fit
Forgive my behavior; eventually, I'll do the same
Forgive my boastful attitude; it still puts me to shame
Forgive my ego; it's sometimes too big for me
Forgive my eyes; they sometimes don't see correctly
Forgive my ears; they sometimes, wrong things, hear
Forgive my carelessness; know that I do care
Forgive my nose; it sometimes smells things wrong
Forgive my shyness; I sometimes feel like I don't belong
Forgive my storytelling; it sometimes isn't correctly said
Forgive my thoughts of you; they're ...
Thank God for my hands
Thank God for my toes
Thank God for my fingers
That God for my nose
Thank God for my elbows
Thank God for my shoulders too
Thank God for my chest
Thank God for my eyes that can change my point of view
Thank God for my stomach
That God for my legs and knees
Thank God for my heels
Thank God for making me, me
You take the joy out of overjoyed
You take the feeling of happiness and stamp on it
It's like, to you, we're toys and not, for you, a good fit
So you played with us and, us, detroyed
It's been going on ever since I was born
You don't know how to stop acting the way you do
Because that's who you are and you think you're okay too
So this feeling of needing you and, at the same time, not makes me feel very torn
You don't know how to act like you should
You've forgotten our names
To you, we're just here to be played; just like a game
And that's not healthy, or good
So, go find yourself elsewhere
Because I don't care about you and never did
We're not a game and it's not right to, on us, bid
Take a step in my direction
What do you say?
Take a step and see your reflection
Doesn't matter what you think
You'll soon see something wrong
Even when you blink
It'll still be there, stronger than strong
Your hips are too thin or to thick
That's what you see
And your eyes, to me, they stick
Because you don't like what you see through me
But I have got something to say
You might think you're ugly or fat
But you're wrong every day
Because, every day, you see who you think you are through me and you're wrong about that
You're wrong about who you think you are
I've seen you every day of your life
And I've got to say this: I've seen your scars
And I still think you're beautiful no...
Wish to fly
Wish to be let free
Wish to see the world through the eyes God gave me
Wish to actually see
Wish to run
Wish to hide
Wish to know what's going on inside
Wish to actually be full of pride
Wish to be happy
Wish to smile
Wish to wish even if it's been a while
Wish to actually, with you, reconcile
Wish to wish on a wish
Wish to be as we are
Wish to be accepted with all our scars
Wish to actually wish on a wishing star
God was thinking to Himself one day that the world is too dark
He said one simple word that we don't know and out came a spark
Light started shining on one side of the Earth, while, on the other, it was the oppposite of light
He liked this so much, so He created the sun and the moon and now He could see with His Sight
But it still felt empty to Him, so He created grass, flowers and trees
And then He created the earth with His Hands and the water followed right after; and creating, for Him, became a breeze
So, on the sixth day, He created animals and other things we've never really seen
And then, Adam was created and He called him a human being
The seventh day we call rest, and relaxation beca...
Trying to rhyme every chance I get
I'm stuck in a time I don't know yet
But I will try to let loose and stop rhyming
I'll be like a goose with the wrong timing
Friends are there to be there
Friends are there to care
Friends are there to laugh and sometimes cry
Friends are supposed to be there when you feel like you're going to, God fobid, die
Friends are there to FREE you when you're stuck
Friends are there to RELEASE you when you feel like you're out of luck
Friends are there to help you IGNITE your inner shine
Friends are there to ENLIGHTEN you with their wisdom when you feel like you're in a bind
Friends are there when you NEED them the most
Friends are there when you feel extremely DOWN and you feel invisible; just like a ghost
Friends are there when you feel SAD and depressed
And they don't mind the unusual timing of your confessions when you...
I'm happy for you; I'm happy for you
That's what I keep telling myself and you too
So, when you hear me say that I'm happy for you, know that I'm trying to be
And maybe, just maybe, I'll actually end up being happy
You only love me when I'm the one in a certain made up box
You only love me when I carry the rocks
You only love me when I do things for you that no one else can
You only love me when you feel like a man
You only love me when you want to
You only love me when it's convenient for you
You only love me when I am someone YOU want me to be
You only love me when you want to love me
Who said that's fair?
Who said I don't care?
I want someone who cares enough to ask me about my day and actually care enough to hear me out
I want someone who'll hear me loud and clear so I won't have to shout
I want someone who cares with his whole heart
I want someone who won't tear me apart
I am not a toy to be playe...
Sometimes, the me is the mind talking
Sometimes the me is the soul walking
Sometimes the me is the body praying to be heard
Sometimes the me is emotional with just one word
It all depends on who you are talking to
If you're talking to my intellectual side, it must be my mind that's having a conversation with you
If you're talking to my spiritual side, it must be my soul who's stimulated
If you're talking to my physical side, then it must be my body who's rated
So, now, who are you talking to?
The way to become truly happy is by being a little sad
Because happiness only comes when you've experienced sadness
So, whomever gives you advice to the contrary, don't listen
Because their world is probably filled with madness
Not the good madness, mind you
The kind that makes you feel like you're crazy
But there's good in there, trust me
Read on, unless you're too lazy
So, happiness is only found after you've experienced being sad for a while
It doesn't matter if you think you're happy; you're not
Not until you've experienced true sadness
Then we can say you've been hit in a soft spot
One more thing before you go:
Sadness is okay in this world's mess
Remember, it's okay to be sad
When we were born, the first thing we opened was our mouth
We cried because we just breathed the Earth's air
And we didn't have a clue what's in store for us on here
So, we cried and cried until our lungs cleared
When we wake up in the morning, we don't think twice about opening our eyes; we just do
That's the first thing we do every morning since we were born
And we'll do it till we can't anymore
We'll open our eyes and see the world God created, no matter if it's by a chicken Cacadoodle-doing or a horn
When we see a beatuful flower, the first thing we do is smell it with our nose
And, before you know it, we're entranced
And we're on our toes
Dancing a dance
Of course, we also touch said ...